Today started out normal enough... until I stepped into the lingerie store and bought a few items to show you. When I return home to you, I know where you are, out of habit, and I decide to model the outfits I have bought. I move quickly to our bedroom, and slide into my first outfit.
I enter the living room, find you sitting on the sofa, as usual. My eyes find yours, and I smile. You've seen that smile before... one of pleasure of seeing you, of anticipation for the time we will spend together, and a hint of something not quite definable -- and definitely forbidden.
You're about to speak, but I bring a finger to my lips, instructing you not to say a word.
I walk slowly to you, taking my time to reach your side. Once I arrive, I lean down to you, and bring my ruby red lips to yours, softly, like a feather brushing against your lips. I can tell you're not quite sure if it's real or a dream. I let you ponder a little longer. My hands move down to your shoulders, and I softly touch you, as I exhale from the soft kiss, moaning softly.
Then I stand up again, not giving you the chance to enjoy the lingering feeling of my lips and hands... and that's when I show you what I'm wearing.
I twirl in front of you... a candy-apple red velour dress with a low collar... the skirt, barely thigh-high, flairs out and brushes against your hands. The sleeves are long, and the cuffs are outlined with black satin ... as is the collar, a V-neck, revealing a hint of my cleavage. The deep valley between my breasts disappears deep within the dress's top. The curves and valleys of my body are beautifully defined in the soft red cloth, enticing you, making your jaw sag just a little at the scene that is before you. There are no buttons, and you realize the dress will have to be removed from the bottom up.
My legs are encased in jet-black fishnet stockings, which you assume at first are pantyhose. But when I twirl in front of you once more, you see the little garter clasp all the way up my thigh. The little red clasp seems to call out for your fingers and lips. I move away just before you can reach for the garter clasp and my soft white thighs.
You hear the click of my heels on the floor, and when you glance downward, you see the black stilleto knee-high boots I'm wearing. The bootlace begins at the toes, and the smallest of eyelets you've ever seen on a boot frame the front of my legs up to my knees. Long laces hang from the top, severely tied, but hanging like soft silk outside the boots. I twirl once more, so that you can enjoy the dress that I have chosen for this night.
My blue eyes find yours, and I ask you what you think of the outfit. You grin like an idiot and laugh, and you say with half a straight face: " 'What do you think?' she says..." I smile just a little. "I want a straight answer, my toy. Do you like the outfit or not?"
I notice the bulge between your legs growing, despite your attempts to hide it. You nod, and look me in the eye, just before letting your eyes devour me from head to toe once more. "Yes, My Queen. I do."
I feel like the smile I have on my face lights up the room; I try to contain it just a little.
I make my way to the bathroom, sashaying my hips as I move. I can still feel your eyes on me, as I walk. My fully clothed body slips past the bathroom doorway, the light from the room outlining my form. Slowly, I turn towards you, and with a raised finger, I motion for you to follow me. As you follow, partially from curiosity, and mostly because I asked you to, I watch you watching me. Once you make it to the bathroom, I motion for you to sit on the counter top, while I begin to undress. You sit on the edge of the counter, as I smile again, making you shift around, trying to find a comfortable position on the counter top.
I bring my hands to the edge of the dress, and begin to slide it upwards, over my hips and stomach, revealing my legs, bra, and chest. As the dress hides my face, I can feel your hands reaching out to touch me. I twist my body a little, and slip just out of reach as the dress finally slides off my head. I smile sexily and begin unlacing my boots, placing one foot on the side of the bathtub. I bend over, turning slightly, so you can get a better view, as I loosen the ties around my calf, first one leg, then the other, slipping them off my feet and past my toes... those toes you enjoy sucking so much. I let my hands slide up my legs, touching the inside of my thighs.
My fingers slide upwards, and brush against my panties and garter. I tug them downward, one at a time, slowly revealing my Crown of jewels to you. The silky material clings to my thighs, and I slide it down slowly, bending again. You can see my already swollen lips, begging for attention. But before you can reach out again, I stand. I give my head a little toss, and reach in behind my back, to unclasp my bra, the motion thrusting my breasts out to you. I can see the desire in your eyes, you're barely able to hold still. The material loosens, and the bra slips from my breasts, to reveal large nipples as hard as rock. I bring my hands back up, and gently roll the nipples between my fingers, making me moan. I can tell you want to touch, but I won't let you... not yet.
I release my nipples, and prop a leg on the toilet seat, so I can remove my stockings. Leaning over, I slide one down my thigh and knee, past my calf and ankle and over my foot. Then I bring my other leg up, and repeat the movements. When I stand completely naked in front of you, I move to you, spreading your legs and slipping my hips in between them. I softly stroke your bulge through your jeans, as my nipples rub against your chest, and my lips touch yours, softly, as if you were still dreaming. And then I pull away, to prepare my shower.
I lean towards the taps, bending again, testing the water as it flows from the spout. When it has reached the right temperature, I stand and activate the shower. I take a cloth with me, and step into the tub, pulling the clear shower curtain with me. The water gently slides down my back as I begin. I let the pulsating water cover me, intimately, as a lover would. I lean my head back, letting the water cover my hair, as I wet it. When it's soaked through, I reach for the shampoo bottle, and squeeze out a small amount, then bending at the waist again, I replace the bottle on the ledge. I can hear you moan as you watch the water trickle down the crack of my ass, over my back and hips, streaming down my legs, all the way to my ankles and feet.
I bring my arms up to massage my scalp as I lather my hair. My breasts jiggle a little as I move my hands vigorously over my head. I steal a glance in your direction, and I see that you're still sitting on the countertop, stroking yourself through your jeans, since I haven't given you permission to undress. I smile a little at the thought that I arouse you just by being in the shower. I begin to hum a tune, something from Elvis Presley. I hear you humming along as well. I chuckle softly when I hear you, but I continue to hum. I reach down again, to find the bar of soap. Still humming, I wet it and begin to rub it over my hands, sliding it down my wrists, then each of my arms, all the way to my shoulders. Suddenly I realize that I am the only one humming again. I bring the soap to my chest, and begin to lather my breasts. I cradle one in the palm of my hand, drawing little circles over it with the soap , occasionally rubbing my hardened nipple. I hear you moan, and I wonder if you have cum yet, without my permission. I look over, and I see you are stiff and ready for me. But all I do is move to the other breast, and lather it up gently, stroking the nipple lightly with the edge of the bar of soap.
I then change my tune, and hum another song, something by the Eagles, and you automatically begin to hum with me.... until the soap reaches my stomach, as I let it linger luxuriously over my skin, over my navel, down my hips, and just at the tip of my Crown. Teasing you a little more, I bring a leg up to the side of the tub, exposing my Crown to you. I let the soap glide over my thigh, first on the outside, over my knee, down my calf and over my ankle and foot... then I move the soap upwards, on the inside this time.... up my calf, over my knee, up my thigh.... and gently over my Ruby and Diamond. I hear you moan loudly as it gently grazes me.
My voice is like silk on skin to your ears. "My toy, do you like what you see?"
Your reply begins with a groan as I reach for the cloth and begin to wash the soap from my body. "My Queen, all I want is to touch you. I don't wish to be disrespectful, but I love what I see. You're beautiful."
Your comment makes me blush and smile, and give me a little more power. The soap washed off, I turn off the shower and pull the curtain wide. Stepping out of the tub and onto the bathmat, I stand in front of you, dripping, like a modern-day Aphrodite who took a dip in the pool. I shiver a little and glance towards the huge fluffy bath towel. You blush as you realize you should have prepared the towel for me. You apologize as you hold it out for me, wrapping me in its warm and fuzzy confines. I instruct you to rub my body through the towel, to dry me off. Your hands move briskly but gently, and I can tell you want to let your fingers linger. You don't dare, though, because you know that there will be repercussions for disobedience.
Once I'm dry, your hands rest on my shoulders. "Hug me, my toy," I whisper. Your long arms gently wrap around me, as you pull me close to your warm body. I try to mold my body to yours while your hands move to my back, sliding up and down, occasionally gliding over my round behind, still encased in the towel. I nuzzle my face into the crook of your neck, and I feel your lips brushing against my wet hair and hear you breathing in the scent of my shampoo.
With a strength I still don't know I possess, I tell you to wait for me in the living room, because I have another outfit to show you. You reluctantly release my body and swallow hard as you leave me standing in the bathroom, with just a towel around my body.
I join you shortly afterwards in the living room again, this time wearing a black silk dress. The arms gently hang down to the elbows, the bodice shaping itself tightly to my waist, the high-collared top unbuttoned to the edge of a black bra. The skirt flares out at the hips, barely reaching mid-thigh, the soft silk caressing my skin like a lover, and just as erotic and stimulating. When I bend down to retrieve a whip from under the chair, the skirt rises to reveal creamy white flesh of ass cheeks, and a hint of another black piece of clothing underneath. My bare legs are firmly encased in thigh-high black leather boots, with long, thin, razor-sharp stilleto heels. When I straighten up and turn, my nipples are straining through the smooth fabric. To finish the look, thin black leather wristbands and a collar adorn my flesh. I appear to be wearing no makeup at all, except for bold, bright red lipstick. I lick my lips softly.
That single movement of my tongue drives you nearly to disobedience. It takes every last ounce of discipline not to stand up and kiss me hard and full on the mouth, to taste those ruby red lips.
I bend down and reach for your hand, sliding it up my leg, between my thighs, and resting it on my mound. "Do you feel the heat there? That is what your obedience does to me. Now, tell me, my sex toy... what do you think of that?"
Before you have the chance to answer, I pull your hand away from my body, and swifly leave the room, the whip brushing against my legs. I hear you whimper as you watch me slip away from you, once again. I turn when I reach the edge of the room, ordering you to remain where you are sitting. I slip back into the bedroom for one last outfit change.
When I reenter the room, I'm clad in a leather bra and thong, and those stilleto heels you seem to be enjoying. The bra is jet black satin with little nipple holes surrounded by silver rings, forcing my nipples to jut out from the coolness of the metal. The thong barely covers the apex of my thighs, as the leather gently bites into my skin, the strap in the back disappearing between my ass cheeks, then reappearing near the top. My hand still wields the whip. I motion to you with one finger, silently instructing you to come closer. "My sex toy.... get on your knees.... Worship your Queen."
You move quickly to my feet, your knees hitting the floor the moment the words are uttered. You kiss the tips of the boots before you strip before me, somehow managing to get your jeans off while still on your knees.
Your hard, long shaft stands at attention for its Ruler. I step a little closer and rub the tip of my boot up the inside of your thigh, resting just under your balls, stroking softly. I know that I have you just where I want you... and oddly enough, you are exactly where you want to be. I crack the whip once in the air and smile. You whimper, but the sparkle in your eyes is unmistakable. Yes, that little shopping trip was well worth it.
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